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Chapter 815: Chapter 194: The Darling of the Path of Strength Chapter 815: Chapter 194: The Darling of the Path of Strength Facing Heracel, who was slaying rampantly with no one to stop him, Giant King Elnino’s face showed rage.

He raised the Wounded Branch in his hand, which was burning fiercely, and then suddenly swung it down!

——In an instant.

An aura as scorching as hellfire emerged from the void, instantaneously filling the entire battlefield!

It was as if there were invisible flaming wheels rolling on the ground, and the blood rain in the air was completely evaporated before it even neared the ground.

Then, in the air, appeared a series of arcs shaped like flame butterflies, like feathers.

They blotted out the sun, covering the sky.

Looking up, it was like countless stars.

All those arcs were a fiery red, so deep that they seemed to slash through space itself.

As Elnino’s gaze turned towards Heracel, the endless arcs converged into one place, forming into a long river.

They flowed in the air, wrapping around Aiwass like a giant snake!

The ground fractured, rocks shattered—any obstacle in front of those arcs was instantly pulverized.

However, when these arcs swept past the Skinless Ones, they caused no harm!

Because these “blades” were born from Elnino’s fury and moved by his will!

As fast as his mind could imagine, they could fly!

Watching the flame-blade snake zooming towards him at an irrational speed, Aurigen, perched behind Aiwass, suddenly tensed his pupils.

“——Be careful!”

No doubt, that was a speed impossible for ordinary people to evade!

Elnino merely had to imagine the endless blades coming, and they would roar forth!

It was as if someone suddenly harbored the thought of wanting a person to suffer a thousand cuts and die—in that very instant, the attack had already struck!!

However, he was unable to push Heracel away—rather, it was Heracel who caught him by the hand.

Heracel’s body suddenly became ethereal, disappearing the instant before the flame-blade snake hit him.

His body burst out with a massive amount of shadows, turning into a pitch-black storm.

——Necro Charge!

——Shadow Cloak!

When Heracel vanished in the air, even Giant King Elnino hesitated for a moment.

But he did not keep hesitating.

He once again focused his murderous gaze on the Night Fiend in the sky.

The blades roared forth, charging at the Night Fiend!

The Night Fiend’s expression grew rare in seriousness.

Behind her, her wings overlapped in front of her to form a black shield, while beneath her a black and red Array emerged—a dense curse took form as an invisible barrier.

But even so, the Night Fiend was sent flying when the flame-blade snake struck!

The barrier shattered, the black shield broke, and the pitch-black feathers on the Night Fiend’s back bent and broke in an instant, blood-soaked shadowy feathers fluttering all over the sky…

Yet the Night Fiend, sent flying, displayed a hint of surprise on her face.

It wasn’t because the damage was so high…

Rather, the exact opposite.

“…How can it be, so weak?”

The Night Fiend incredulously lifted her head.

The sword was so sacred and brilliant.

The Giant holding it was like clutching a scorching sun.

Even from a distance very far away… at least a few kilometers, perhaps even more than that, one could still feel those overwhelming heat waves.

The Night Fiend’s core concept was “night,” so attacks with attributes like “the sun,” “light,” “fiery heat” naturally had a restraining effect on her.

Not to mention, this was a Divine Artifact personally bestowed by the Supreme Heaven—she was once the young lady of the Helasal Empire and the Son of the Moon who greatly feared the sun, so she certainly had some understanding of the Wounded Branch.

However…

…the current attack seemed far too fragile.

It was only slightly stronger than a jumping cleave from Uther Galoch, the Wildfire Giant wielding an ax—at least it was to a level where the Night Fiend could comfortably exchange ten or more blows without worrying about being suddenly killed.

She was so weak that it made her wonder if this might be a trap.

—Perhaps the cunning Giant King was trying to make her let her guard down before delivering a fatal blow!

Thus the Night Fiend reconstructed her defenses with trepidation, engaging in an intense battle of offense and defense with the thralls of swords controlled by Ernino.

Of course, to call it a battle of offense and defense was a bit of a stretch—it was more like Ernino relentlessly pushing the Night Fiend back.

Even so, controlling the thrall of swords that moved too fast to be seen, Ernino saw the Night Fiend getting blasted away and immediately initiated a pursuit, attacking three consecutive times.

But each attack was weaker than the last, and the last two failed to penetrate the Night Fiend’s defense.

And it was at that moment.

Behind Giant King Ernino, atop the bell tower of the Royal City, a figure quietly emerged.

He rode a black Phantom Steed, beneath him a purple Ritual Magic Circle formed, as he silently chanted something.

“Hmph, I knew it!”

Ernino did not even turn his head, merely sneered: “Devious humans!”

His previous pursuit and attacks on the Night Fiend were merely a decoy—in reality, ever since Helquinn vanished, he had been anxiously searching for any trace of her.

—All to be able to strike the moment she appeared!

Ernino immediately sent out those thralls of swords, folding back at the highest speed, projecting themselves towards the figure!

At the same time, Ernino kept conjuring new thrall swords, projecting them towards that direction as soon as they materialized!

Like countless red stars falling from the sky—

Not dozens, not hundreds, but thousands of meteor showers!

Each meteor’s explosion could destroy half a house, roughly the size of four carriages put together.@@novelbin@@

And launching such an attack barely taxed Ernino.

The endless red lotuses burst forth like rain on a screen, the ground rumbled with sorrowful moans.

—If Helquinn’s speed was simply too fast, then he would just destroy the vicinity!

The area-wide assault instantly obliterated that section of the city—dust billowed, the ground shook violently, and the Giants living within the attack’s range were caught in the blast, hacked into pieces in an instant.

Ernino watched this staggering spectacle, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

This was why he had to have the Wounded Branch in his possession—even if Uther Galoch held the Wounded Branch and could destroy nearly all enemies, he could also easily kill himself and overturn the Royal Family!

As long as Uther Galoch held the Wounded Branch, Ernino was not his king.

For with it, he could kill anyone in the world on a whim, he could sever The Great Tree and spark wars on a world scale with his solitary will.

Compared to “Giant King,” this was the true King of the World!

Ernino could not tolerate possessing such “imperfect power.”

—After all, the true “Strength” that guarded the Giants was from the Supreme Heaven, and he was truly the one beloved by the Supreme Heaven.

The “Strength” in Ernino’s hands was undoubtedly superior to what Uther Galoch possessed!

Of course, perhaps…

part of the reason was due to his envy.

He was just less than a hundred years younger than Uther Galoch but had missed all opportunities—missed wars, deeds of valor, formidable adversaries.

He also missed the “blood of the Supreme Heaven,” which propelled Uther Galoch past the Promotion Ceremony and directly to the Sixth Power Level.

If I cannot possess power, then you might as well kill me outright and ascend me!

—Or, as a Priest, do you truly dare to kill me?!

Under Ernino’s threat, Uther Galoch ultimately relented and handed over the Wounded Branch.

This left Ernino feeling utterly invigorated, even gaining recognition from the Path and allowing the Strength that had plateaued after he stepped into the Fifth Power Level to begin advancing once more.

This proved his judgment was correct!

Times had changed!

It was merely through deeds and talent that he was forcibly raised to the Sixth Power Level, utterly ignorant of what true Strength was.

Merely relying on brute force from the Power of the Path didn’t count as real “Strength”—the innate Supernatural Forces alone couldn’t crown someone as the King of the World.

Because an individual cannot defeat the collective…

just as the Giants, even while holding the Wounded Branch, still harbored a wary heart towards the Elves.

—Why did they fear the Elves?

Was it fear of the Eternal Pope?

Was it not due to the Elves’ ancient traditions, their abundance of top-tier Heirs, and untold numbers of trump cards?

That’s why the Giants trained the Skinless Troops.

This very fact indicated that, subconsciously, the Giants understood—better than they had from the start—that one person is no match for two, and two no match for a crowd!

The so-called Strength was the power to triumph!

Intrigue and deception, bloodline and power…

whatever it was, as long as it could be used to achieve ultimate victory, to take what one desired, it all counted as “Strength”!

Since he embarked on this path, Ernino’s Power of the Path surged forward by leaps and bounds.

When he took the Wounded Branch from Uther Galoch, he had barely reached the Fifth Power Level.

And now, how long had it been?

He had already surpassed halfway through the Fifth Power Level—who else in this world could match such speed?

This very fact proved that he was the darling of the Supreme Heaven—

He was a genius of the Path of Strength!